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Artos brought home pho for dinner tonight, from the little place on the corner down by where I work. We dressed up our noodles and munched away. When he was just down to bits of broth, no longer spoonable, Artos picked up his bowl and started drinking from it. (Yeah, yeah, we’re heathens, relax).

Suddenly, he spat out his mouthful onto the table. “What the hell?” says I. “Broken glass,” says he. We poked around in the bits of noodle and sure enough, there was a shard of glass about 1cm long and very pokey-looking. We strained out the rest of his broth and noodles and found a longer, 4cm piece remaining in the noodles. I strained my pho but didn’t find anything.

To my knowledge, we haven’t pissed off the chef. All I’m sayin’ is if you know where I work, DON’T eat at the Vietnamese place on the other corner. Or if you’re going to, strain your food first.

Artos has gone down right now to show them the glass. Not sure what reaction he’s expecting to have, but I hope there aren’t any other patrons who have been less observant.

Update:We got our money back. As Artos said, either a free meal or a very very expensive one, depending on whether he actually ate any glass. I pointed out that if he died, at least the place would probably cater the funeral. I don’t know why he didn’t find that funny. Anyhow, he’s obviously fine now.

*hiccup*

Artos went and worked at a wine tasting tonight, and brought home a big ol’ box of Southeastern Australian goodness. So here we sit with a half-dozen nearly full bottles to taste from, and another half-dozen to put in the wine collection…

… said wine collection now is at a count of 69 bottles, and I can’t say the value because we haven’t updated our tenant’s insurance yet and I wouldn’t want to go waving a “Rob Us” flag around! We’ve got wines that we’re going to save until 2024! (that’s actually the 1994 Gran Reserva Rioja we picked up on honeymoon).

I’m a complete dork, so I made an Excel spreadsheet that we can filter by any number of criteria to help us organize and of course select our evenin’s drinkin’.

I just love being a yuppie.

PS Drew, what was the name of that fantastic Amarone we tasted on Saturday?